Food and Friendship in Budapest

I’m still downloading and sorting through the.. ahem.. 1568 photos I took whilst wandering round Budapest (and two videos), and thought I’d take a moment to try and capture my thoughts about our trip.

We were staying with friends in Solymรกr, which lies north-west of Budapest, right on the edge of the fantastic public transportation system, and you couldn’t find two more accomodating, generous and gracious hosts. A public thank you to them both, and of course to our intrepid travelling companion (herself a source of great merriment and generosity).

I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from Budapest, or indeed from Hungary in general. Remnants of Communist rule was the obvious theme in my mind but the truth was so far removed that I am almost ashamed that I didn’t do a little more reading before setting off. The region we were staying in was a little like a sunny Scotland, rolling hills of lush green vegetation, forests and flowers abound.

I also wasn’t quite sure what the Hungarian people would be like, having had quite a time of it historically (their geography makes them ripe for invasion) and I despite my incoherent stutterings of Hungarian (Yes, No, and Thank You), I saw little but smiling faces. It was, of course, slightly different in Budapest with the predominant accent being American (tourists), but we had the advantage as we were touring with a native Hungarian.

And then there was the food. I don’t think I’ve eaten as much meat in such a short space of time before, and unfortunately it was ALL delicious (even including the meal mainly consisting of bacon fat!).

But more on that, and the city of Budapest itself, later. Tales of Tokaj, Baclava-toting security guards and the many mustachioed men of Hungary will be forthcoming.

That and a few photos.

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Gordon, you are too kind – you are making me blush ๐Ÿ™‚
Roll on next year, that’s what I say, when we can try out goulash straight from the pot.
Funnily enough, yesterday there was a massive thunderstorm and it bucketed down all day without respite. This morning it has cleared up again with a strip of mist on the hills.
The idea of returning to Waffleland tomorrow evening really gives me the shudders, must banish that thought in the meantime ๐Ÿ™‚


You and Louise ROCK! Our trip was the envy of . . . well, just about everybody! ๐Ÿ™‚ I didn’t notice that you had taken so many pictures. I hardly ever saw you with a camera. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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